The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 77 Ceremony
Mr. Nicolo is a famous wealthy businessman in Gaelic City. His main business is grain business. One tenth of the grain in Gaelic City passes through his hands. He is a real rich man.

This rich man doesn't have any hobbies. Apart from some normal entertainment, what he spends most of his time on is studying witchcraft.

This witchcraft is not the regular spell taught in the wizard academy. On the contrary, this witchcraft is full of all kinds of absurd things. Nine out of ten are fake, and the remaining ones are also some incomplete witchcraft lost outside.

To describe how confusing this hobby is, an appropriate analogy is that it is like a patient who ignores modern medicine and instead seeks some folk remedies to treat his illness.

But Mr. Niccolò still enjoys it and is even a little obsessed with it.

An unknown secret room.

"My Lord Patriarch, the police are starting to investigate us."

The short and fat Niccolò knelt on the ground. In front of him, a mysterious man in a black robe was praying to an altar.

"What did they find out?" The mysterious man's voice was strange, like many voices mixed together.

The language he spoke was not wizard language, and Niccolò had never heard of this language, but he still understood the words.

"My Lord Patriarch, our sacrifice may have been exposed."

"what?"

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from the mysterious man, and Nicolo, who was kneeling in front of him, suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not a human, but a sealed demon.

"Sir, what should we do?" Nicolo said tremblingly.

"What should we do?" The mysterious man paused, "Gather the believers tonight. The sacrifice cannot be delayed any longer. We must let our Lord come as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir. I'll do it right away."

After Nicolo left, the mysterious man returned to his original position again, and a mental wave emanated from his body.

"My Lord, tonight is the day you will break free from your shackles and come into the world."

On the altar, a tiny space crack was faintly visible.

……

With the arrangement of the police station and the city lord's mansion, Richard successfully acquired a new identity - a wandering knight who longed for power.

Richard also used this identity to mingle in various taverns to confirm this identity, and successfully came into contact with the followers of the Blood Red Lord and became one of them.

In the tavern, Richard drank wine as usual to improve his image, but soon a man in red found him.

"Richard, there is a sacrifice in the church tonight." The man in red whispered in Richard's ear.

"Sacrifice?" Richard pretended to be excited and asked, "Then can I receive the blessing of the Blood-Red Lord?"

The man in red frowned and motioned for Richard to keep his voice down.

"Of course. The Blood-Red Lord bestows a blessing upon every sacrifice."

"Then I'm so lucky!"

The man in red thought to himself that this guy was such a fool, he actually believed such words.

How could the Blood-Red Lord's gift be so easy to bestow? Even if it were to be bestowed upon you, it would not be given to a fool like you.

But the man in red did not show these things, but pretended to be envious and said:

"You are indeed lucky. You encountered the sacrifice not long after joining."

The man in red left the tavern after delivering the message, and the excitement on Richard's face gradually turned into sneer.

"After wasting so much time, I finally caught the mastermind."

Without stopping for long, Richard immediately contacted Spencer and asked him to prepare to evacuate the people.

The mad wizard may not care about the lives of civilians, but he cannot ignore them. One requirement of the academy's mission this time is to hurt as few civilians as possible.

"Number 73 Ninth Street? Okay, sir, I'll be ready." Spencer's voice came from the crystal ball.

This crystal ball was a prop Richard had specially prepared for this mission. It was used to transmit sound within 500 meters, and was a low-profile version of a telephone. However, this thing also had an advantage, which was that there was almost no magical fluctuation, so Richard was not afraid of being detected by the mad wizard because of the sound transmission.

"Don't prepare too early, be careful of news leaks." Richard warned.

"Don't worry, Master Wizard. I can still handle this little thing."

At night, Richard, wearing a cloak and tattered leather armor, came to the meeting place with a broadsword on his back.

The gatekeeper let Richard in after confirming his identity.

The gathering place looks no different from an ordinary house from the outside, but underneath it there is a huge underground hall.

The entire hall can accommodate hundreds of people for gatherings, with torches and oil lamps hanging on the walls.

In the center of the hall there is a black stone altar covered with strange patterns.

Normally, people would pray towards this altar during gatherings.

This underground hall is connected to several tunnels, but unfortunately Richard never had the chance to find out whose houses these tunnels led to.

More and more believers gathered in the underground hall, and soon there were hundreds of people.

These people wore masks and cloaks, and the whole hall looked like a masquerade ball.

Soon, everyone arrived.

As the guards sealed the entrance to the underground hall, a man in black walked out from the shadows and floated to the center of the hall.

"Good evening, all the faithful followers of the Blood-Red Lord."

"My Lord Patriarch." Everyone bowed to the man in black.

"I think you must be curious about why I am in such a hurry to perform the sacrifice, since it has only been less than half a year since the last sacrifice."

The black-clothed man's voice suddenly changed and became high-pitched.

“Today, I received an oracle from our master, the great Blood-Red Lord.

He said the time has come, it is time for Him to come to the world and bring us a great baptism.”

Upon hearing the news, believers in the entire hall became excited.

Fanatics are somewhat like star-chasers. A fan is undoubtedly excited when he is about to see his idol.

But Richard, who was standing in the corner, sneered.

If he had not been concerned about the large number of people in the venue, making it easy for them to be ambushed by spells from the School of Undead, he would have wanted to kill this arrogant charlatan with a single sword.

A senior apprentice pretending to be a charlatan in a mortal city is really embarrassing for the wizard apprentices.

If he had any of the temperament of a scientific madman, even a little bit, Richard would not look down on him now.

But this charlatan really has nothing on this.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!..."

I don't know who started it, but all the believers in the hall began to shout for sacrifice. This fanatical mood made Richard very annoyed.

Damn, believing in God in a world with wizards, what on earth are these people thinking!
The man in black in the air opened his arms to the believers, and his words became passionate:
"Brothers and sisters, our paradise is about to come. Our Lord will establish a kingdom of God on earth in this land. In the kingdom of God, there will be no poverty and pain, no disease and death. We will enjoy happiness forever until the end of time!"

At the same time, a secret spiritual invasion suddenly touched Richard's mind.

The man in black in the sky suddenly trembled and his eyes instantly looked towards the corner of the hall.

"who are you!"

Richard exhaled and walked out with his sword.

"The person who killed you."

(End of this chapter)